Since we've been married I have been sick about a million times (really only about seven times, but we have only been married 3 months as of yesterday and so, seven times is a lot.) This past week has been one of the worst sicknesses so far. It has caused me some of the worst pain I've ever felt. And it is dragging on-it started last Monday, and now here I am on Sunday, still hurting.

I feel bad for Scott because I am such a whiney, complainy, mean sick person. I don't know how Jesus did it. He suffered the sins and pains of the world, was whipped, crowned with thorns, mocked, spit on, forced to carry a heavy cross up a hill, and then nailed in the hands, feet, and wrists to that cross. And still, He thought of others. During this long night, He healed a soldier (Luke 22:50-51), comforted a thief on the cross next to Him (Luke 23:39-43), and asked one of His disciples to take care of His beloved mother (John 19:26-27). He did not act in anger or in frustration, but instead was brought "as a lamb to the slaughter" (Isaiah 53:7 and Mosiah 14:7). I am amazed by the way that the Savior acted despite the emotional and physical pain He suffered. Picture on left by Del Parsons.
And here am I, in circumstances far less painful than that which the Savior suffered and yet I am very verbal about how I feel and speak unkindly and am easily annoyed and short-tempered. But despite my immature and un-Christlike behavior, I am still blessed undeservedly. My sweet husband gave me several priesthood blessings to help me be healed, my dad has provided me free health care, the other physician I saw was so helpful and affordable, and God has provided me with constant comfort and help by way of the Holy Ghost. God has also blessed me with my sweet husband who is thoughtful, generous and kind.
On Monday, (one of the worst sick days this week) Scott
ran to the store to get some toilet paper. He came back with my favorite brand of toilet paper (which we never buy due to the cost), Twizzlers (one of my favorite treats), and gum (I always want to buy it, but don't to save money). Saturday was another

really painful day. Scott ran to the store to buy some cranberry juice for me and did all the grocery shopping. To top it off, he got me a Godiva dark chocolate candy bar-another one of my very favorite treats. He knows me so well and really takes care of me-from running up and downstairs about a hundred times a day getting me water and food and whatever else I ask for, to praying for me and kissing me and not getting angry when I wake him up multiple times a night or for cuddling with him when he is trying to sleep. I am so grateful and very very blessed.